She Took Her Power Back
She finally woke up,
and she took her power back.
She finally got that
other people did not need to understand her,
they did not need to support her,
love or care about her,
or be friends with her at all.
She finally learned to turn toward
the wounded inner child
that was starving for love and connection,
for a sense of home and belonging,
and she learned to meet her own needs,
giving herself the love that she deserved.
She learned to face her fear of not-enoughness
that stemmed from the lack of love, care,
and nurturing from her mother,
the incredibly painful core wounding
that she would carry for so long,
the wound that would not heal,
the one that left her longing,
starving,
the wound that left her grasping,
over and over again
for empathy and caring from those
who could never care or begin to love her
in the way that she deserved to be loved.
She finally learned to turn toward
the wounded inner child
that was starving for love and connection,
for a sense of home and belonging,
and she learned to meet her own needs,
giving herself the love that she deserved.
She finally woke up,
and she took her power back.